LOVE IN TASBIH DETAILS
CHAPTER 49. GO NEVER HAD TO LEAVE

And the mother, just stared blankly out the window but her eyes looked teary. Either he understood what Aisyah was saying or he was dissolving in his own grief in a world that trapped his consciousness.

Aisha cried on her mother's lap like a child. He gave up all the pain and lost it in the legs of the woman who gave birth to him.

After that she wiped her tears and woke up, leading her mother to the bathroom. She bathed the mother like a baby, and wore clean clothes affectionately. Atifa today looks calmer, she ajan always so if Aisyah takes care of it.

Aisyah several times considered wanting to take care of her mother at home. However, his mother sometimes rampaged and shouted unclear, fearing that his mother relapsed when Aisyah was not home or Pak Sharif was not in place, so that Mr. Syarif still decided Atifa in care in the orphanage only. They are the ones who visit regularly to the home.

"Mother, today Aisyah is making chicken porridge for mom."

After Aisyah made her mother sit quietly in neat and clean clothes, she took out a bushel from inside the crackle bag she carried.

Atifa sat like a submissive child, she held Aisha's arm as Aisyah began to feed her.

"Mother, when Aisyah was small, this was Ayesha's favorite menu during the sahur which was most often cooked by mothers for Aisyah, mom fed Aisyah like this while telling me that dad would come home on a holiday to bring me new clothes and lots of cake." Say Aisyah with a smile.

"Mother never taught me to make it, but I always got up and stood by to see mom make it. Not because I wanted to learn to make porridge but I was happy to see my mother's smile while making that porridge. I'm so excited, 'cause I'm gonna be home from work." Aisyah continued to babble while feeding her mother. Meanwhile, the mother continued to eat voraciously.

"But, the taste of porridge made by Isah is never the same as the taste of porridge made by mother. Unfortunately, I did not have time to teach Aisyah how to make it taste as good as mother made. Aisyah was very longed for the taste of porridge made by her mother so that Aisyah always prayed that she would be healthy again, immediately able to smile again, so that she could teach Aisyah to make it properly..." Aisyah wiped the corner of her mother's aprons lips.

Suddenly Atifa closed her mouth and looked straight at Aisyah. His eyes were glazed over and held Aisyah's chin trembling.

"Toooh..." Calling lirih. The water just came out.

"Mother?" Aisha replied with trembling.

"Mother? You want to go home?" Aisyah was stunned, she did not blink looking at those watery eyes. It seemed, Aisyah was looking at her mother who had just woken up from her sleep. His mother's head did not budge, her eyes suddenly flickering, as if dispelling her own tears.

"Mom wants to go home, your father will be angry if he comes, mother is not at home." The voice whined like a child.

"Isah.please call Isah, she should not play after teaching. His father will look for him..."

Aisyah sighed, her mother returned to her hallucination world, she only wished too much if her mother recovered soon.

"Saka Sharif!!! Brother Sharif!!!" Suddenly his mother stood up. He ran towards the window.

"Sir Sharif!! Where is Brother Sharif? Brother Syarif said he would bring me mangoes from the market. Brother Sharif!!!"

Aisyah's tears could not be stopped, seeing her mother who was screaming calling abah. Aisyah knew, if her mother was missing her brother she would scream like that. That expression is always done yes to look for abah all this time. And she would calm down when she saw you arrive and embrace her.

"So I can no longer see my mother as usual. Abah. Abah was gone, before she could say goodbye to me." Aisyah's trembling hand held a branch in her hand, her tears flowing unstoppably through her cheeks.

"Sarif's most dear mother, can never come again. Therefore, quickly recover mother, so Isah can bring mother to visit the new abah house..." Say Aisyah while sniffling.

Today, Aisyah cried a lot, she shed all her sadness and loss in front of her mother who was barely even aware of her presence.

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